Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Mixed messages

We were sitting in the car chatting... there was a few minutes before one had to reluctantly drag oneself into work... when His hand reached out to rub the inside of the thigh. With a steady pressure it circled and squeezed as it worked its way higher up the leg until it had nowhere else to go. Unfortunately neither did one small slave, trapped in the confines of the car as one was. Sensing that His prey was cornered he pressed his attack...
Until one came... oblivious to whom might have been around or for that matter parked next to us...
A state that left one with slightly soggy knickers and even less desire to go to work...
And He left one there...

Mutters think that was an apology for bailing on one yesterday after the first round
Bastard!

2 comments:

ancilla_ksst said...

LOL soggy knickers.

I was thinking of the mixed messages he gives me when he says "Time to get up" but his arm around me is holding tight and has no intention of letting me get away. Not yet at least. And then, same result, soggy knickers.

Tiffany said...

what a way to go to work that'd put a smile on my face for sure lol